Felicity sat still dressed with the towel wrapped around her hips and a pretty blonde tail hanging out from under it. Her wrists were still crossed and bound behind her. She also wore silver bells clipped to her nipples which were starting to smart a bit. It was then that Athena and Minerva, still similarly dressed, rejoined them. Her ordered Felicity to join them by the hitching rail.

Franklin had all three beauties bend over the hitching rail with their asses higher than their heads. He removed three blonde tails. He used his special tool to loosen and then remove the plug that the tails attached to. Each girl’s nipple bells jingled as he removed the plug. There were three collective sighs of relief. Felicity had a feeling of something missing as she stood with her two friends. All three still had their wrists crossed and bound. They had lost their towels, but not their nipple bells and clips. She felt the weight of the bells on her nice chest. He had all three girls kick off their pony shoes.

Franklin described Jeffrey to Athena and Minerva. Both girls knew him by sight and reputation. “I am offering a bonus to either of you girls who can get him in the sack and successfully get him to as an obsolete phrase goes: Go all the way with you.”

Athena chimed in. “We will give it our best shot Master Franklin. However, I only put the chance of success at one in three. Well maybe with Minerva assisting, fifty fifty. It had better be a big bonus.”

“If you two can pull it off, I will take off all my clothes and pull all three of you around in a cart for an afternoon. However, no whips permitted. I don’t think I would want to be at the other end of one after all the times I had you two at that end. Ho, ho.”

“Any penalty for our expected failure?”

“Just the usual bound naked in a hogtie for the night when secured in your stalls. Just to give you two a slight bit of encouragement I will throw in elbow and knee straps for that night if you fail. Can’t let you two beauties get off completely.”

The two girls shook their breasts, tinkling their nipple bells and with their wrists still crossed and bound, turned and left shaking their well rounded asses at Master Franklin.

Franklin and Felicity watched the two girls set off on their maybe hopeless quest. She turned to Franklin. “Now what was that about steak and lobster?” He led the beautiful blonde writer over to what passed for an employee apartment building.

He opened the door to his apartment and allowed her to enter first. It was a nice apartment with several rooms, including a single bedroom with a kingsize bed. The naked girl, with his hand on her arm, walked in. Strangely, over the bed with a picture of a planet with only one continent and a lot of ocean. It had two moons. “What is that?” she inquired.

“Oh, ah, that is an illustration from a sci-fi story I once read. I liked the artwork and had it blown up and framed. It’s supposedly mankind’s first new home after leaving this world far in the future.”

“I didn’t know you were a sci-fi reader.”

“ I read damn near any kind of stuff at least once. I even read an occasional romance book. I have even read your Samantha Savage stories. Ho, ho.”

“Well, here I am. I’m naked and my wrists are still bound behind my back. Is this what I wear for that steak and lobster?”

“Not this time pretty one.” He proceded to cut the rope binding her wrists behind her. She stood doing what seems to be standard for recently unbound naked girls, rubbing her wrists. He led her to another room with a closet full of women‘s dresses. She easily found a low cut number her size. Very carefully she released the clips on her nipples and placed them on a nearby dresser. She also undid her gag strap and placed it on the dresser. In the dresser she found a pair of bikini panties her size and a nice set of dress shoes with conservative heels.

She oozed into the low cut dress. She turned her back to him so he could zip her up. It hadn’t taken her long to dress. He watched her do a quick job on her long blonde hair.He had a good view of the swell of her fine breasts pushing out on the lowcut dress. She wore no bra and there was the clear outline of her nipples through the material of the dress. One might say that her headlights were on.

He offered his arm to her which she grasped. After they walked the equivalent of several blocks they came to a plain looking building. It was the first time in days she had walked that far in heels. Inside it was a well set up restaurant. She got her steak and lobster and three glasses of fine wine. After much small talk and a fourth glass of wine they left arm in arm.

Felicity was a little wobbly from the wine and clutched his arm tightly. Neither walking in a straight line for long, they reached his apartment. “I believe you mentioned my Email under supervision.” She hiccupped .

“Yes my dear. It is time for you to get back to work. TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, PLEASE. Oops, did I ever tell you that a master isn’t supposed to say please to a slave girl or pony girl?”

“You might have, but if you did, it has slipped my mine. Hiccup! Shouldn’t you have added a very loud NOW!!!!?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned her back to him so he could unzip her. She turned back around and stepped out of the dress and her fine breasts were back into his view. He could see a couple of very minor scratches from her nipple clips. He resisted the temptation to kiss them and make them better. She carefully put the dress back on a hanger and hung it back in the closet.

She reached over to the dresser and recovered her nipple clips and bells. Glancing down she could see that her nipples couldn’t get any more erect. Carefully she placed one on her right nipple. Due to the wine she was a bit unsteady and the one slipped as she was putting it on her left nipple and it snapped shut on her target. She let out a loud squeal. She turned to face Franklin. He gave a little downward movent with his head. Regretfully, she stepped out of the bikini panties, twirled them around one finger and flipped them toward him. While he was dodging them, she placed the gag strap around her neck and now had the gag ball hanging down. It was almost like being back in uniform with the uniform being sans clothes.

Franklin led the now fully naked girl into another room. He had a beautiful computer setup. After again asking for her user id and password, he logged her onto the net. He then produced something unexpected. He produced four padded cuffs. He put one on each of her slim wrists. He pulled her hands behind her and used a cable tie through the rings on the back of the wrist cuffs and pulled it tight. He didn’t bother to cuts off the extra part of the tie. Her hands were now very well secured, back to back, behind her. He kneeled down and placed the other two cuffs on her ankles. She squealed when a hand ran up the inside of her thigh and caressed her sex.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to stop that, Master. Wow, that sure slipped out, but you make me feel like a slave girl back in uniform. Ho, ho, as you say.” Franklin didn’t answer, but opened up her inbox and let her see her Email. He clicked on each item and let her read it. She had him delete some and answer some. He typed in what she said word for word.

To get a better view she stepped in front of him and before he could object sat down on his lap with her back to him. Soon it was her hands wandering and undoing his belt and zipper. She made him stand up long enough for his pants to fall down around his ankles. With her cuffed wrists held tightly behind her back by the cable tie, she managed to use the fingers of one hand to slide his underwear down past his knees.

She then kneeled down and used her mouth on what interested her. When something popped up, she managed to stand back up, turn her back to him and then she eased down on it. She was more than ready and he easily entered her. It felt snug inside her and very, very good. As if nothing was going on, he kept letting her read her Email and answering it for her. She would squirm nicely every so often.

She then had him type in an Email address that she used for sending notes to herself. She described some of her adventures so far. She concentrated on describing things that had happened after her voice recorder was left in the car trunk. She wanted to describe various feelings such as being impaled with her wrists back to back behind her, which was her present condition. It made her squirm and Franklin didn’t seem to complain.

When she came to the only Email from her publisher she had him type: “Darla, I am having a wonderful time. I have picked up much usable information to help me with my newest novel. However, right now I am sitting down on the job and will get back to work on it tomorrow.” Behind her she heard Franklin chuckle as he typed her reply.As he finished, she was starting to pant and roll her hips.

To her surprise, he eased her off of what was impaling her and pulled up his pants. “Time for bed Beautiful as I heard that Fitzpatrick is calling you.” He led the naked and frustrated girl back to her stall. It looked like someone had placed fresh hay in it. She noticed that four chains with clips on their ends were coming from each of the four corners of the stall. He had her sit down in the hay. He had her spread her legs wide.He attached a clip to each of her ankle cuffs. The two lower chains held her legs wide apart with her sex prominently in view. She now laid back down on her wrists and glared at him

He kneeled down and gave her a long kiss on the lips. When she came up for air, he had her bend forward and he used scissors to cut the cable tie holding her wrists behind her. He then pushed her back down on the hay and used the other two chains to secure her spread eagled on the hay. He again admired the fine view between her legs. She still was glaring at him but saying nothing.

As an afterthought he gently removed the nipple clips and bells. He placed them on the little shelf in the stall. He then reached for the gag hanging from her neck and started to move it toward her pouting lips. “You know this is a safety gag and know the rules Beautiful. Any last words before I silence you for the night?’

Felicity rolled her hips as best as she could in her widespread position. “Yes, damn you, I want you to screw my brains out before I go crazy. Her struggles rattled her chains.”

Franklin stood looking down at the naked and pleasingly widespread girl who was now panting. “Damn me, I knew I was forgetting something important. Must be the wine making me forget.” He got out of his clothes in record time. He didn’t have to play with her. She was well ready when he impaled her. The other girls in the barn giggled loudly, especially when they heard Felicity climax three times, each time louder than the one before.

When she came down from the last one, he gently replaced her gag, kissed her on the forehead and left the barn after clipping a chain to her neck as further insurance. He saw that she was still covered with the sweat of being well ridden. He placed a light blanket over her. Her eyes were already closed in sleep. He noticed on the way out that the stalls on her right and left were still empty. Athena and Minerva must be doing their best to seduce Jeffrey. He might lose his bet.

The last thing the still naked and spread eagled girl had heard before sleep claimed her was the voices of the other girls. “Good might Felicity .Thanks for the audio show. Unfortunately you didn’t leave anything for us.”

Chapter Ten: Preparing for Entertaining Customers as Ponies.

Felicity awoke slowly in the morning. Half awake, she tried to turn over. She was stopped by the four chains that held her spread wide. She cursed loudly but nothing understandable got past her well gagged lips. From her right she heard Athena’s voice. “Don’t push your gag out. That is a whipping offense.” She stopped any thought of pushing it out but still cursed loudly even if no one could understand her gagged mutterings.

From her left she heard Minerva. “That was some show you must have put on last night. Franklin must have hit just the right spot. That’s all the girls were whispering about when we got in a bit late. He has done that with me and everyone in the barn heard me also.”

“Lovely.” Felicity thought to herself. “Oh well, there isn’t anything wrong with everyone knowing that I enjoyed myself immensely. I hope he is up to more of the same later. I wonder when my two friends got in. I didn‘t even hear them. Franklin really wore me out.”

It was then that the two beautiful redheads wearing only black thongs approached. They were carrying morning breakfast of oatmeal for the pony girls. “A change of pace today girls. Yesterday was plain oatmeal with sugar. Today it is peach flavored with real peaches. If you talk real nice to us, we will see about getting it with real blueberries tomorrow.”

“Great.” thought Felicity. “Blueberry tomorrow. Sounds yummy. Hey, wait a minute. Blueberry is my favorite, now that I think about it.” She lay in the hay still naked and spread eagled as the two girls split up to take care of Athena and Minerva first.

From either side of her she heard the voices of the two serving girls, almost as one. “What in the world happened to you two? Let’s feed the middle girl first and then start on these two. “

Next it was Felicity’s turn. The two chains holding her wrists were unsnapped. She was allowed push out her gag and let it hang down from her neck. to She was allowed to sit up and feed herself with her legs still chained widely apart. The oatmeal was actually very good again. Fearing that there might be a penalty for freeing her legs, she managed to stand up with her legs wide and look over at both Minerva and Athena. She fell on her nicely rounded ass when she tried to get back down This time her curses were understandable.

Each of her naked friends had several loops of rope wrapped around their waists and knotted in front. Their wrists were bound tightly behind their backs. Their elbows were bound almost but not touching so they hadn’t been too painful. Their knees and ankles were bound tightly together. A rope from their bound wrists was run between their legs and tied to their belly rope in front. The old standby chain was clipped to their collars. At least they weren’t hogtied and their gags still hung around their necks unused.

The two serving girls decided to leave them bound and hand feed them. The two girls had worked up an appetite and ate every bite put in their mouths. It was agreed that a use of the facilities would wait until Franklin arrived. It was a safe bet since both girls had gotten in late and confirmed that they had been allowed to use the facilities just before their stringent binding..

The two moved on to their other customers. All of their customers were naked and secured with only chains with snaps hooked to their collars. When these girls were finished eating they were handed bracelets which they used to secure their wrists behind their backs. They then had the snaps to their collars released and ordered to report to their various trainers.

All stopped at the facilities and seem unconcerned that they were naked and doing their business in front of various male passersby. Soon a procession of bouncing breasts and wiggling asses disappeared from sight as they went to report to their trainers.

Franklin finally arrived and was impressed by the rope work. “I suspect that you two were successful and that Jeffrey wasn’t completely pleased. How did you pull it off?”

Athena answered. “We took wine with us. Jeffrey is always careful, wanting to have all his facilities unimpaired. He limits himself to no more that four glasses an evening. However, we took port wine which has a higher alcohol contenst and he didn’t notrice the difference. He even asked for a fifth glass.”

“He was feeling no pain when I got him to lay down. I then pulled his pants down and Minerva went to work with her mouth. When the flag was up, I climbed on and got my ass moving. He woke up just as he exploded. He must have liked it, because a few minutes later he climbed on Minerva. You might say that he took to it like a duck takes to water. I guess we won our bet.”

“I know. I know. I’ll pay up when the track isn’t crowded. Was he angry?”

“Not really Master Franklin. He did pay us back with this rope work though. If you look close that rope from our wrists to our bellies runs right between our legs. I also runs through a ring holding a dildo in place in each of us. Both of us went off while he was walking us to our stalls. Both of us went off again while squirming around in our stalls.”

“I think, from the way you two are looking at me right now, that I had better get those things out of you beauties.” He freed their knees and ankles and helped both girls to their feet. He undid the rope tied to their front and pulled it out the back. He then pulled out two dildos and got well thanked but escaped being rolled in the hay. He freed their elbows and wrists , but left their neck chains on.

Afterwards it was time to check out the pony carts. He unsnapped the chains to their collars. Athena and Minerva still had the coils of rope around their middles. Felicity was only wearing her cuffs and gag around her neck, but her ankles were still widespread She again managed to stand up with her legs still far apart. He got the hint and unsnapped the chains to her ankle cuffs. All three girls followed him meekly to their training session. At the quarter mile track he added headbands with a feathered plum to their heads. He had each girl grab a cart. Athena got a bit with reins placed in her mouth and secured with a strap behind her head.. He guided her around the track with the other two pony girls following. The second time around was faster when he rode with Minerva. She had taken over with a fresh bit and reins. He emphasized them keeping their shapely legs in sync while they were running side by side. Soon all three naked girls were sweating profusely.

They stopped to rest at a convenient picnic table. One of the two girls from the morning oatmeal run happened by. She was still wearing only a thong. Her skin glistened with an oily coating. She had brought a pitcher of ice cold lemonade. It was quickly consumed by the three sweaty new pony girls.

When they returned to the carts he picked Felicity to wear a bit and reins. Hints were dropped for a stop at the facilities. Franklin turned them down. “Real ponies don’t use facilities and for effect you won’t either when you are working with guests. Right now, if you feel the urge just let loose. Ho, Ho. Remember though, keep your legs in sync if possible.”

They were soon going around the oval at a steady pace. He was admiring the bounce in her well shaped ass. It was then that both her friends couldn’t hold it any longer and let loose. She spoiled the effect of the way she was moving her fine ass by following suit. None of the girls broke sync in their strides. He was kind enough to point out the positive. At least this time something was running down her leg that wouldn’t show when it dried.

All were giggling though and even Franklin was having trouble keeping a straight face. By lunchtime he had three tired pony girls on his hands. It was burgers and fries at an outdoor table. Some of the other nearby tables were occupied by early arriving guests. The three girls got many admiring glances.

When lunch was finished with large cups of soft drinks Franklin did a little advertising. He produced a large bottle of sunscreen from one of the carts. He easily obtained several volunteers among the guests to apply the sunscreen. It was accompanied by much squealling and mock struggles. Three pony girls soon stood with errect nipples and in no danger of sunburn.

Seeing their fine breasts highlighted by errect nipples reminded Franklin of something he had left in his pocket. He produced the six bells and clamps that had been on the shelves in their stalls. One at a time he put then where they belonged, with two girls producing a couple of ouches and a couple of squeals. Athena was the girl who produced one of each. Soon the girls were jingling as they circuled the track.

After one more lap around the track, Franklin, still guiding Felicity, pulled on one rein and led the girls off the track. He explained as he drove. “This is the main trail on The Ranch. It has several branches leading all over. Most branches have offshoots for private parties involving ponies and their drivers. These spots are reserved ahead of time and monitored remotely for the safety of the pony. However we have had no major problems with any of the guests abusing ponies without their permission.”

“For example the first trail had several offshoots that simply go to picnic tables. Reserved ahead of time the guest and the pony will find snacks and drinks in well stocked coolers. Some guests simply like to sit and snack with naked and near naked ponies. Of course talk sometimes leads, with the pony’s permission, to her returning with grass stains on her ass.”

“The next trail coming up is nicknamed the Seduction Trail.” He pulled lightly on one rein and led Athena and Minerva up the trail. “Here is where someone can secure a pony in various ways and then use previously agreed on methods to get her all hot and bothered, resulting in mutual pleasure for both.” They checked several offshoots which led to secluded deadends.

One had the standard hitching rail where a girl could be bent over and well played with. Another was simply four pegs driven into the ground with adjustable chains with clips for attaching to cuffs. “This is a favorite. The rule is that the pony has to put the cuffs on herself and secure both ankles and one wrist. The guest then is required to secure the last wrist. At anytime she can request that the last wrist be released. I can’t remember a pony ever doing that however.”

Another offshoot had a place where a pony could be suspended by her wrists and her legs widespread. “Since this setup is not in the shade, the first thing the guest must do is apply plenty of sunscreen. This usually warms up the naked pony rather quickly, especially when he gets to her breasts and upper thighs. Usually the first time he rides his pony it is while she is still suspended. The pony then gets next pick and her choice usually results in grass stains on her ass.”

Lastly he showed them another offshoot with a steeper grade. “This one is for the fit ponies. It pays extra because of a bit of pretended abuse. The pony is bound with her elbows almost touching and her wrists back to back. A wide belt around her waist is where a cart is attached. She must pull the customer up the steep grade. She also has a bit and reins and is unable to speak. To liven up the trip a chain is run from front to back with each end attached to her belt. In the middle is a custom fitted dildo inserted in the pony. By the time she gets to the top, she is tired, sweaty and horny.”

“Sounds interesting. I could have my character being mistreated by her captor before Samantha Savage shows up to save the day. For accuracy, I would have to experience the walk up the trail.”

“Don’t be too anxious Beautiful. Most girls take the next day off to recuperate. By the way a light whip to encourage progress by the pony is permitted. Most girls end up with a sore ass keeping them from sitting down comfortably for a couple of days. By the way the stripes are counted and the guest pays and tips the pony by the number of stripes on her ass.”

It was a quiet trip back from the trail. All four ate a table getting admiring glances from a few of the early guests. Several asked if the girls were available. Franklin had to turn them down saying that he had a bit more training to give them.

After dark Franklin paid off the bet he had lost. He took off his clothes and gave each girl a ride in a cart around the quarter mile oval track. Fortunately no one but the girls saw him. Felicity was his last passenger. He had pitched his clothes in the back of the cart and took her and her friends into the barn. He actually blushed when he got whistles from several of the already secured girls.

After putting on his clothes, he secured all three girls. He tied all three pairs of wrists behind their backs. And clipped the stall chain to their necks. As he was preparing to leave Felicity lay down on her bound wrists in the hay and spread her legs. Franklin got the hint and again removed his clothes. Before starting to warm her up, he placed her gag in her mouth.

It reduced the sound effects so only half the barn heard her screaming with pleasure into the gag as she climaxed twice. He removed her gag and kissed her on the lips before dressing. He watched the naked girl with her hands bound behind her manage to snuggle up in the hay. As he prepared to leave he placed the blanket over the well ridden girl.

Chapter Eleven: First Guest.

It was two mornings later. Franklin was preparing the fully naked ponys for their first day on the job with paying guests. After ‘dressing’ Athena and Minerva in their finery, he started on Felicity. As she stood naked before him he provided a headband and plume. He kneeled down and put on her pony shoes. He watched her blush as he spend several seconds admiring her blonde curls where her legs met. He then added a bit and reins. Today the bit was secured by a strap behind her head. She was effectively silenced. She was ordered that when her hands were free she was not to remove the bit unless given permission.

Next he placed bells on her nipples held by spring loaded clips. She squealed nicely into her bit. Nothing was understandable though. Lastly he did something that puzzled her at first. He placed an eye mask that covered her upper face and was secured tightly by an elastic string. It looked like the Lone Ranger’s mask with sequins.

“This is to product your privacy. After the episode with that Michelle Ann bitch, we take even more security steps. Someone else might be getting nosey. In your case not one, but three guests, one female have a copy of one of your books in their inspected luggage. At least no one tried to smuggle in a camera this time. After all we will provide pictures of the guests and ponies. Of course the ponies are usually masked when we do and we have to have their permission. They get half of the fee.”

Felicity pointed at her bit and was given permission to remove it. Undoing the strap she spoke. “Please tip me off if one of the three rents me and I can be extra careful.”

“Right. Only a few of our girls wear masks full time. Guests are told that they can face expulsion if they remove a pony’s mask without her permission. I have decided not to take any chances with your privacy. I will have you wear your mask whenever you are working or otherwise visible to the guests. The few early arrivals who saw you were regulars who wouldn‘t recognize you.” He then ordered her to replace the bit. She placed it back in her mouth and tightened the buckle on the strap a notch tighter thatn he had. She started to drool on her breasts. Her right nipple was stinging a little. She adjusted the clip holding the bell on and sighed with relief.

“That reminds me Beautiful. All the carts will cary cups with straws. You will find yourself getting thirsty more often with your drooling. The signal to your guest is to jingle your bells three times. The men seem to enjoy the ponies doing that. Ho, ho.”

He led the three girls to their carts. When they arrived he had each girl put on wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. He snapped a six inch chain with clips on each set of wrist cuffs, securing their hands behind them. Within a half hour each girl had a guest. She noticed that each cart had a six inch chain hooked to it‘s left side.. Her guest took the chain and after freeing her wrist on her left side hooked it to the cart’s chain. He then took the other end of the one that had held her wrists and attached it to a hook on the other side of the cart. There was enough slack to grasp to poles coming out of the cart.

He climbed into the cart and easily guided her to the trail. He seemed to know where he was going. He was one of those early arrivals who had helped with the sunscreen. He had done an exceptional job on her breasts. “I have a picnic table at the first turnoff reserved. I hope you like warm chicken.. He let her walk at a leisurely pace. He spent the time admiring the wiggle in her shapely ass as she pulled the cart. She added an extra wiggle from time to time and imagined that she could hear him panting. Well that was her job, she thought to herself.

When they arrived he unhooked the cart chain from her left wrist and then the one to the cart on her right wrist. He then clipped her wrists together behind her back, giving him an unobstructed view of her frontal charms. She tried and failed not to blush. Her nipples were getting hard. There were two chests on the picnic table. One for hot food and the other for cold drinks.

He gave her a drink from a straw poked into a soft drink that he removed from the cooler by pushing it under her bit. He then removed the bit and reins for the moment. He then fed her a chicken leg from another container. It was still warm. Surprizingly he then undid one of the clips holding her wrists behind her and let the naked girl sit down and finish feeding herself.

Afterward she sat quietly waiting for whatever her guest came up with. She asked for and received permission to get another soft drink. Without looking she rooted around the ice and pulled out a large can. After popping the tab, she realized to her horror that it was one of her old friends, a 23 oz can of Arizona Tea. Her guest chuckled. “Waste not, want not. Anything you open has to be finished. Don’t worry I will look the other way when it catches up with you and let you pick a bush. Better yet, I will drink one also and we’ll see who gives in first my beauty. How about the winner gets an enthusiastic kiss from the loser on a place named by the winner?”

“Sounds fair Master. To be honest, I hadn’t been informed that ponies could make bets with the guests. This is my first time here. Master Franklin did mention that real ponies don‘t have facilities, so girls playing at being ponies don‘t either.”

She watched him finish his can quickly. She finished hers and then stood up. He looked her over closely. “Put your bit and reins back on. I like that plume on your headband. It sets off your beautiful blonde hair. That mask adds a bit of mystery to you. You could be a rich girl wanting to experience a thrill without the tabloids getting hold of it. You could be someone I might recognize, but I doubt it. I don’t know any natural blondes with shapes like yours.” He was glancing at the blonde curls between her legs as he made that comment.

“I guess that we will be just two ships that pass in the night. What now Master? It’s your nickel as the saying goes.” She stood there naked and awaiting orders. Her four cuffs suggested things to come.

“I guess we will take a leisurely drive up Seduction Trail. I am the driver and you are the driven. By the way the clip on your right nipple is crooked. Better straighten it before we start.” He watched her remove the clip and again replace it with another little squeal. She then placed the bit in her mouth and pulled the strap extra tight. She handed him the reins and backed up to the cart. She secured the short chain hanging on her right cuff to its pole. He secured her left wrist cuff to the other cart pole. With the short chains running to the back of her wrist cuffs, there was no way she could now free herself.

He set a very leisurely pace for the naked pony girl. Her chest was becoming wet with the drool from around her bit. She mumbled something not understandable under her breath, even if she wasn’t wearing the bit gag. “What did you say? Do you want another drink?” She stopped, turned and glared at him. She then turned back around and kept up her pace. It was actually getting harder to put one foot in front of the other. She was now covered in sweat.

“I guess I will have my heroine go through this before Samantha rescues her.” All of what she said was well distorted by the bit that she herself had put so tightly in her mouth. Finally the tea caught up with her. She felt like she dribbled for the next ten yards. When she glanced back with a red face, she was surprised that he was looking not at her but off to one side.

They arrived at Seduction Trail. They checked out the offshoot with the hitching rail that she could be bent over and well played with. He removed her bit and reins. He left her otherwise secured to the cart. “What do you think Master?”

“It wouldn’t give me any better view of your wonderful firm ass than I have already been getting beautiful one. Lets check out the next one.”

He left the bit and reins off her. He simply told her to go to the next stop. She pulled the cart to the offshoot with four pegs driven into the ground with attached chains which could secure her in a perfect X. He got out of the cart and stepped behind a tree to relieve himself. He had outlasted her as far as holding the tea in. She stood patiently, still holding onto the cart’s poles. “I won the bet beautiful one, would you consider this if I pick it and see if I can get you in the mood? The rules say that you have to snap on the first three clips.”

“I would be more than willing Master, but I have an idea. I have never been made love to while suspended. We could always come back here for seconds or thirds. We can save this setup for desert.”

“I may have won the bet, but I am more than willing to try out your suggestion. I have never done something to a suspened girl, especially one as beautiful as you.” She pullede him to the next offshoot. Just as they prepared to enter, he got our of the cart and placed a small sign on a short stake reading simply “Occupied.” After he got back into the cart, the naked and now seemingly eager girl pulled him into the now claimed turnoff.

Felicity got her now second look at the setup. It was basically two thick posts sticking twelve feet out of the ground. They were about fifteen feet apart with a thick crosspiece connected at their tops. Hanging from the crosspiece, starting three feet in were four chains with clip hooks hanging from their ends. There were a total of four which meant that two poinies could be ‘entertained’ at a time if desired. She glanced down at the cuffs on her wrists and the ring at the back of each wrist. Once suspended there would be no way she could reach the clips.

The setup was in the middle of an unshaded grassy clearing. There was a picnic table with ice chests at the edge of the clearing and in the shade. She glanced down and saw that her nipples had gotten rock hard. She noticed boxes of varying sizes near the posts. “You have worked up a sweat again my beauty. Would you like another drink of something before we start the proceedings?”

Her mouth felt dry. She didn’t know if it was from sweating or anticipation. She walked over to the table and opened one of the ice chests. There was her old nemesis Arizona Tea again. She took a chance with an energy drink with green tea. A girl has to keep up her strength. She handed her guest another. “Care for another contest Master?” She chugalugged her tea and was matched by her guest. She found a dry towel on the cart and wiped off the sweat and drool and then walked over to the place where she would soon be suspended. She again noticed that her nipples were rock hard.

She was aware that she would be naked, except for her mask and headband with the plume attached. Still wearing her pony shoes she walked over to where she would be suspended. She noticed several size boxes that could be used to stand on. She picked one and placed it uncer the second and third chains. She stepped up on the box. She was just able to clip her left wrist ring to the third chain, but found herself standing on the balls of her feet. “I didn’t know if that was required like the spreadeagle setup at the first turnoff. Obviously, I couldn‘t do my ankles for this setup.”

“I don’t know either pretty one. However, a gentleman is always glad to assist a naked lady.” He stood on another box and clipped her right wrist to the second chain. She now stood with most of her weight supported by her toes. “I believe that tradition calls for me to kick the box out from under you. Take your weight off your toes and I will simply remove the box.”

“We had better stick with traditon, Master. Oomph!” He had kicked the box as she requested. “That was intereting. What now?”

“Look down. There are four pegs with rings on top driven into the ground under the four upper chains. I think that I am supposed to use that cord on the table to secure your ankle cuffs to the lower pegs. I have a choice of spread or widespread. I think I will use pegs one and four. You don’t have a companion in suspension. I will get a better view.” She didn’t resist as he tied a cord to her left ankle cuff and pulled it over toward the first peg ring. She giggled as she pretended to try to keep her right ankle out of his reach, but he quickly grabbed it and ignored her mock struggling as he pulled it over to the fourth peg. There was a click and her legs were very well spread.

She now hung suspened with her wrists only three feet apart, but with her legs much further apart. He then stepped out of his clothes and approached the suspended girl. “The rules say that you have to tell me when to enter you. Are you ready for docking? ”He caressed her sex.

“Negative. But I will give you ten minutes to stop that. Oh. Oh. Wow!” She laughed.

“In that case you leave me no choice. I must use the horrible sunscreen treatment.” He took the bottle from the cart. He approached the girl who put on a show of struggling. He went to work, starting with her breasts. Soon he had every squar inch covered. He made a point of stroking her sex again while he was doing her inner thighs. Her gasp told him that he was hitting the right spot.

He stopped to put sunscreen on himself. She was looking at him like he was taking too long. Soon she was moving suggestively in her chains. He stood on a box again and gave her a very long kiss on the lips. He pulled her naked chest against his and held her tight during the kiss. Soon his hand was wandering lower. A finger disappeared from sight, followed by a gasp of pleasure.

Glancing down the suspened girl could see that he was more than ready. “Do it. Damn you. Do it now!” He did it and she exploded on entry. She came up with gyrations that didn’t seem possible for a suspended girl. Surprisingly he held back.

He moved the box behind her. As she looked over her naked shoulder, he entered her sex from behind. He brought her to another loud climax and followed with his own. He stood for many minutes admiring the naked and now very sweaty girl. Something was coming back up.

Instead, he put the box back after releasing the cords to her ankle cuffs. She stood on tiptoe while he released her wrists and helped her down from the box. He motioned her toward the cart. Instead she dragged him down in the grass and she got her first set of grass stains on her ass.

Afterwards she stood up. She was a sight to behold. She was naked but for her four cuffs, mask and feathered plume. She had lost one of her pony shoes temporarily. She found it and put it on without sitting down in the grass. Something was running down her leg.

Still panting she walked over to the cart and waited for her guest. She started pulling him back down the trail. At the turnoff to the offshoot with the four pegs, she turned in without being told. “What do you say Master? By the way how goes the contest? I think that I sweated all my tea out.”

“I don’t know yet my beautiful cart puller. I am looking at the four pegs but I am not sure that I can raise the flag again. Maybe if you do the first three securings of your limbs.”

She walked over to the four pegs and sat down between them. She secured her left leg to her ankle cuff with the clip to her cuff ring. She repeated the process with ther other leg. She was now sitting up and facing him with her legs widespread for his admiring glances. She then laid back and managed to secure her left wrist with her right hand. She could grasp the chain that would go on her right wrist but had no way of clicking it on the cuff. Instead she held onto it tightly and struggled mightily for his pleasure.”

That did it. The flag came up and he walked over and secured her right wrist. Soon he entered her and both climaxed at the same time.After that neither was up to another romp in the grass. He released her right wrist and while she was releasing her left, he released both her ankles. They decided the rules only said she had to secure three of her limbs and she could be or not be helped with her release.

Afterwards she finally worked up the energy to get up and go over to the cart and pick up her bit and reins. Just before putting the bit in her mouth and silencing herself, she spoke. “You know that bet about the tea we made again. I am about to lose it.” She stepped away from the cart and behind a bush and let loose.

“Actually I am calling it a draw.” That came from the neighboring bush. “Besides the prize was to be who was to do what to who and neither of us is up to anything. By the way. You never did give me a name to call you. I’m Randolph”

“To be honest with you Master Randolph, around here I am just Hey You.” They were both silent after she placed the bit in her mouth and had him tighten the strap. “Oomph!” On the way back jingles from her silver bells told her, that all their exertions hadn’t caised either nipple clip to fall off.

Chapter Twelve: Another Interlude With Franklin.

Felicity pulled Randolph back to the main area of The Ranch. Randolph turned her over to the waiting Franklin. He complimented her on providing him a wonderful afternoon.

Franklin placed her hands behind her in slave bracelets and led her to his apartment. She did look somewhat the worse for wear. Her hair was a mess and something had dried on one leg. There were grass stains on her shapely ass. The best description was that she had been rode hard and put away wet.

He unlocked her slave bracelets and asked her to take a shower and fix herself up. When she was done she was not to pick out a nice outfit that she hadn’t worn before, but not to put anything on yet. She was to put the bracelets back on her wrists and meet him in his computer room.

She had taken a long hot shower to work a few kinks out from the days activity. She then fixed her hair and put on just the right amount of makeup. She picked out a nice dress, slightly shorter than the one she had picked previously. She laid it and underwear out on the bed. When she was finished she wrapped a towel around her shapely hips and snapped the bracelets on one wrist and then placed it behind he back and then managed to click the bracelets on her other wrist. “Here I go again.” she thought. “All naked and my wrists helplessly fastened behind my back. Strangely, it is a nice feeling when I am doing it for a man I am becoming quite fond of.”

She had made a point ot placing the knot that held her towel on behind her where she could reach it with her bracelets on. Franklin was sitting at his computer, ready to log in to her Email. He turned and saw her coming. He frowned slightly when he saw her covered hips. She calmly pulled on the knot with her right hand and the towel fell slowly to the floor. She was revealed in all her naked glory. With her hands behind her back she could hide nothing.

“You are something else my naked beauty. Tell me one thing that has puzzled me about you. Where did you learn to write so well? Does it run in your family?”

“Heavens no. My late father was a gas station attendant. My mother was a grade school teacher. She taught me to always be thorough in what I do and research it if I wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Unfortunately they are both gone now. Mother at least lived to see my first novel become a best seller. My father was killed in a holdup attempt by a couple of punk kids. Fortunately they were stupid enough to resist arrest and died in a hail of police bullets.”

“Well justice was swift for a change. In the meantime I am logging into your Email. When I take you home, be sure and change your password.”

“Aye, Aye Master. First thing though, you are a little overdressed for me to sit on your lap in my present condition. Stand up, please.” When he did she turned her back to him and undid his belt and watched his pants slide down to his ankles. She chuckled when she saw he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had been expecting just what she had planned to do. He sat down in the computer chair.

She knelt down in front of him and used her mouth to help him finish raising the flag. Actually her naked body had already laid the groundwork. She then had him guide the object of her intention into her sheath as she sat down on his lap. He easily slid in up to the hilt.

She made a point of rattling her bracelt chain. He seemed to grow another inch. Innocently she said, “Now that I am comfortable, lets look at my Email.” They went through the same routine as the last time. She would read the mail and tell him whether to answer it for her, save it or delete it. Every so ofter she would move her hips and wiggle her impaled sex.

When she got to an Email from Darla she had him type the answer. “Glad to hear from you. I have had a very busy and informative day. I am now sitting down on the job again and sending myself notes on Emails to myself.”

With his assistance, she sent herself an Email to be retrieved on her return to her apartment. “Pony carts are not that hard to pull with a passenger. You work up a nice sweat. Being suspended spread eagle off the ground and having sunscreen applied on one’s naked body is a real turnon. I got horny as hell. I guess I will have to give my heroine a little fun before Samantha rescues her. It was nice being used from the front and then the back. Wow! A further note: Avoid big cans of cold tea. There are no facilities on the trail for naked pony girls. One has to do it on the run and drip dry. Also one can‘t carry on an intelligent conversation with a bit in her mouth. At least the ones they use don‘t taste bad.”

When all her other notes were sent, she raised herself off his lap and turned around and settles back down on him. He clutched her to him and her breasts dug into his chest. It wasn’t long until both exploded with pleasure. She finally stood up, still panting.

After they came back to earth, he removed her bracelets and had her return to the bedroom and redo her hair and make up, plus to dress for going out She rushed to comply. She almost forgot to wipe off her legs where something was running down again. It felt strange to have panties on again after a long day in the sun without them. She slid the dress on and came back to have Franklin zip her up. She didn’t require a bra. Her nice breasts kept the dress up quite well. She found a pair of low heels that fit perfectly.

Just before they left he put on her sequined mask. He took her to the same nice eating place. After a nice meal, they prepared to leave. They met one of the guests. He had long red hair and a large mustache. “Well, well.” She thought to herself. “This must be the one the girls who feed us in the morning were talking about. This could prove interesting if he wants to avail himself of my ‘services’ tomorrow.”

The man stopped to talk to Franklin. “Is this incredible beauty one of your recruits, Franklin.”

Felicity answered for him. “Yes Sir. I am one of Franklin’s new recruits. Since I an kind of out of uniform right now, I should probably call you Sir instead of Master.” She glanced down at her front and to her horror found her nipples were hard and plainly showing through the material of the dress she had chosen to wear that evening.

“I will definitely try to reserve you for tomorrow. You are one of the most beautiful girls that Franklin had come up with. What should I call you?”

“I have been answering to Hey You quite often lately. That is as good as any since we are like two ships who pass in the night and never meet again. Ho, ho.” Both men laughed at her humor and Franklin penciled him in for the next day.

As he left he laughingly added: “They call me Mustache Pete.”

Franklin, gently holding her hand led her back toward his apartment. Halfway there and still in public he pulled her hands behind her and applied the bracelets.

When they arrived he removed her heels for her. He then unzipped her dress and let it slowly slide down and pool around her ankles. He then pulled her panties down to her ankles and had her step out of them. He added a leather collar with a ring on it. He allowed her to use the facilities. With her now naked and with her hands secured behind her back, he led her to the barn and her luxury accommodations. Upon arrival, he only secured her with a snap chain to her collar.

“Ah, I see that Master has had fresh hay placed. Be it ever so humble, there is no place like one’s stall.” He laughted as she lay down in the hay and gently covered the naked and bracelet wearing girl with her one blanket.

Chapter thirteen: A Morning With Mustache Pete.

In the morning Franklin came to release her. He quickly unsnapped the clip holding her collar to the stall. He allowed her to use the facilities privately, but with her hands still in bracelets behind her she had to dripdry. She returned to him. He then removed her bracelets. Her stomach growled.

“Why did you wait to free my hands, Master?”

“I just wanted a few more minutes to enjoy viewing your naked charms with you being unable to cover any of them. Ho, ho. Get yourself all prettied up. A guest is taking you to breakfast. Be sure to wear your mask. He is one of the three with a copy of one of your novels. At least you have been doing your hair differently than the picture on the back cover.”

He pointed toward the outdoor showers. They were already occupied by two squealing pony girls. When she entered them she found the reason for the squealing. The water was cold. She had still been half asleep when she entered the showers. She was certainly wide awake when she left them. She looked down. Her nipples were rock hard. She returned to her stall.

After drying herself, Felicity complied, using the meager supplies on the stall shelf. With her hair touched up and light makeup that could probably stand up to her working up a sweat she was soon ready. She put on her mask with the sequins. Next came her pony shoes. Being naked being her uniform of the day, she didn’t need anything else.

Franklin gently reminded her of her nipple bells. She carefully clipped them on her errect nipples with only a single squeak when she let go of one spring too soon. He clipped a leash to the collar around her neck and led her over to where breakfast was being served. There was a mixture of pony girls and guests. A couple of the guests were female. She was glad she had her mask on. She hadn’t been informed which of the two had a copy of her book.

Just before they had arrived Franklin had put her hands behind her with slave bracelets. He kneeled down and took his time adding light hobbles which gave her plenty of slack for a brisk walk, but no running. She had tried and failed not to blush as he admired the blonde curls between her long legs.

He led her over to a small table where a certain redheaded man waited. It was Mustache Pete. She made a quick mental note to keep her mask on at all costs. Like a perfect gentleman he stood up and pulled her chair out for her and allowed her to sit down. Her collar still had the leash hanging down. Her braceleted hands were pinned between her back and the chair back. The chair felt cold on her bare ass. Pete ordered a large breakfast for both. “I plan to keep you busy Hey You, so fill up your nice flat tummy.”

Her stomach growled again just as the food arrived. Pete reached over the small table and fed her. It indicated that he was in complete control of whether she ate or didn’t. After feeding her several mouthfuls, he then stepped around the table and changed her bracelets from back to front. She still had her hobbles.

Having put in a hard days work the previous day and despite the good meal the night before, she was famished. She cleaned her plate and requested and received seconds. She was on her third cup of coffee when Pete indicated it was time to go to work. He picked up her leash and she meekly followed him over to one of the pony carts that had a seat for one passenger. She noticed that the cart had a crosspiece connecting the ends of the two poles sticking out of the cart. She could step between the two poles and push on the crosspiece or stand in front of it and pull the cart.

Pete explained the design. “You can have your hands bound behind you and pull the cart from in front of the crosspiece. Or I can have a specially designed belt around you belly that hooks to each pole and with your hands behind your back still have you provide the motive power for the cart. Time for your hands to go behind your back. Which do you prefer: rope or bracelets?”

“I slept in bracelets all night. Let’s give me a change of pace. I’ll take the rope Master Pete.” She stood unresisting while he removed her bracelets. She quickly moved her hands behind her back. Pete expertly tied her wrists behind her. He didn’t tie them crossed. He wanted her to be able to use both hands on the crosspiece. He admired the way the white rope set off her now well tanned body.

He removed a headband with a beautiful feathered plume from the cart. He placed it on her head without disturbing her mask. He cupped one of her breasts and gave the nipple bell a little tweak. She didn’t try to pull away from him. “Nice, very nice. “I am not going to put a bit and bridle on you. I feel like just conversing while you pull me around Hey You. You are a beauty, I didn’t request you to be in full ‘uniform’ which explains the lack of a tail. Maybe next time. We will both be here for a few more days.”

Felicity felt her ass cheeks involuntarily clench at the tail remark. She then grasped the crosspiece of the cart after he seated himself. “Let’s do a couple of slow laps around the track.” He ordered.

She pulled him toward the quarter mile oval. Her breasts were bouncing nicely and her bells were jingling pleasantly. Just as they arrived she saw that it was being used by a rider on a beautiful white horse. He was just finishing a fast lap around the track. As they waited the rider reached them and dismounted and started to lead the horse to a corral.

Just as they passed them, the horse stopped alongside of her. It nuzzled her and made an unusual sound. “I would love to give you a lump of sugar but my uniform today doesn’t have any pockets for that. I would pet you but I am a bit tied up at the moment.”

The horse seemed to understand and let the man lead him toward a barn. Pete then had her take him onto the track. He was looking at her strangely. On the way around the track he commented to her: “You have the nicest wiggle to your firm young ass that I have ever seen. I like to see a beautiful girl in a tight skirt walking ahead of me on the street. Many have nice wiggles also. Of course yours is not covered like theirs are. You are a very pleasing bonus for me.”

She found herself blushing furiously. Actually that was what Pete intended. He wanted her to forget about the horse. “Thank you for the praise, Master Pete. We are about to complete the first lap. Do you want me to do another?”

“Yes I do Hey You. I could stand a little bit more of your talented wiggle.” She found herself blushing again. He admired her nicely swinging ass as she pulled the cart. She was developing a nice sheen of sweat on her shapely body. They completed a sccond quarter mile lap and then Pete detoured her toward to path toward the trails.”

He had her stop and removed sunscreen from the cart. “Part of the run will be in the sun and I would hate to see you get sunburned breasts, Hey You. Especially since you will soon be working on your back and not in the shade.” She squealed nicely when he was applying it on her nice round ass and higher up between her legs.

They passed the trail to the picnic tables. He had her turn into what was called the Secuction Trail. When they arrived at the location with the pegs driven in the ground he had her stop. He had placed an in use sign at the entrance. She noticed a set of pegs that she hadn’t noticed on her previous visit. They were in a different pattern. The top two were further apart and the bottom two were closer to the top two and closer together.

Pete spoke. “This setup is for a different kind of securing. I won’t enter you until you request me to. It uses all rope, instead of chains and cuffs. Are you game for something a bit different?”

“It’s your dime Master. I notice that the grass is a bit high. I predict grass stains on my ass in the near future. Ho, ho.” At his order she sat down in the grass and placed an ankle by each of the lower pegs. He handed her a pair of two foot lengths of white rope. He told her to secure each ankle to a peg with her ankles on the inside of the pegs. He also suggested using a bow knot to finish up, since she wouldn’t be able to reach the knots when he was finished . It would make it easy to release her later.

She was soon sitting with her ankles tied to the pegs and her legs held, nicely but not very far, apart. She had removed her pony shoes. She squealed when he tested the ties to her ankles by running a fingernail across the bottom of her foot. “I will have to do both of your wrists in this case. It would not be very easy for you to tie a bow knot instead of clicking a tie to your cuff.”

She moved her right wrist up against a peg. He secured her right wrist to its peg with her thumb pointing upward. He had taken several turns of the rope and tied a bow knot. He repeated the tie with her left wrist which she had waiting against the peg. Instead of spread eagle, her arms were straight out from her body. “Are you ready for an unforgettable ride?”

Felicity glanced at each of her secured wrists. Despite being secured on her back, she could see her breasts sticking up nicely. Her nipples were at full attention. She could see the bright shine of her silver nipple bells. She could feel the bite of the clip holding them in place. She realized, glancing at his long mustache, that her legs just bellow her blonde curly hairs were just the right distance apart for the tickling that she had been warned about. “Feel free. I don’t think that I am going anywhere, Master Pete.”

At his command she tested her bonds. Pete had placed the pegs in a way that allowed her knees to be raised a few inches. She pulled on her bindings. Her bells tinkled. The bow knots naturally held. She watched Pete remove his clothing. Since the pegs were in the sun, she was glad that he had put sunscreen on her bare body. . He removed the clips holding her bells on and started with her breasts with mouth and tongue. She was soon squirming in her bonds and making little sounds of pleasure.

He moved down much lower. She found out that the girls who fed them in the morning were more than right. That mustache really tickled, but it was a good tickle. She did her best to hold off until she was struggling mightily in her ropes. “Do it, do it, do it.” She was more than ready when he entered her. He gave her a long slow ride until she exploded under him. She heard loud screams of pleasure and realized that they were hers.

He propped himself up with her still impaled. When her breathing returned to normal, he slowly started pumping away again. She had an even louder climax. Pete followed with his and lay there in the afterglow. When a certain something shrunk he rose and went over to the cart. He opened two cans of her favorite nemesis. He came back and freed her right wrist and allowed her to free her left wrist and sit up. He handed her a can of tea.

As she drank, she took inventory. Her legs were still secured. She was sweating like a horse that had been rode hard and put away wet. Her headband was soaked with sweat. Her mask was also soaked. She definitely wasn’t going to remove it. She well remembered Franklin’s warning about Pete having a copy of one of her novels. All her novels had her picture on the back cover.

Afterwards he allowed her to release her ankles and stand up. He even permited her to go behind the nearest tree to get rid of the morning coffee. “I wonder how long it will be before the tea becomes an issue.” she thought to herself. She was standing in front of him naked, but with no binding of any kind. “What’s next on your agenda Master Pete?”

“That is a good questioin Hey You. I have always wondered just what a naked girl with her hands bound behind her can do.” He took a stopwatch out of his pocket. “I want you to sprint over to that tree. It is about a hundered yards away. Touch it and sprint back to me. Start NOW!” He clicked the watch. She took off like a frightened jack rabbit. As she reached the tree she used her right hand to help swing around it and start back without breaking stride. Pete clicked the watch as she got back.

“Very good my lovely. I don’t know which I enjoyed the most. It is a kind of tie between the way your nice ass moved as you ran toward the tree and the two bouncing breasts as you returned. Damn. Do you always blush when I compliment your nice body?”

“I am trying not to Master, but you make it difficult. What now?”

He bound her wrists crossed behind her. She gave a little yip as he replaced the clips holding her bells on. “Now I want you to run as fast as you can to the same tree and simply circle around it.” She took off at the click of the stopwatch. As she made the turn around the tree she almost lost her balance and broke stride. When she made it back to Pete, the stopwatch indicated that she had taken many seconds longer.

“I expected this result. A bound girl can’t use her arms for balance and to help by pumping with her running.” She made a note that her heroine would have trouble running away from her captor even though she was faster than him.

“Of course Master, I am only one girl. Why not use several of us girls on the quarter mile oval track and repeat the experiment with a wider sample of us?”

“A very good idea, my naked beauty. Let us procede back and have a quick lunch. I forgot to mention that I only had you for the morning. A lady acquaintance of mine wants you for the afternoon. She definitely can’t entertain you like I can though. Ho, ho.” He freed her hands and had her pull the pony cart back to the area where the quarter mile oval was. He first had her replace her pony shoes.

Just to tempt him she again turned her back to him and bent over to retrieve her pony shoes. She suddenly felt two hands on her hips pulling her close. Something had come up and she soon had another noisy climax. A climax while standing was interesting.

A very beautiful girl, naked but for her pony shoes, bells and a leather collar, enjoyed a nice lunch with Pete. Afterwards he left her by the track and told her to wait for his lady friend.

Chapter Fourteen: An Afternoon With Andréa.

Felicity stood by the track waiting. She had made it through lunch and used the facilities, thankful that the tea she had earlier hadn’t caught up with her until then. She was surprised to see the white horse standing in the corral eying her. He had been saddled recently. “I guess somebody is going to exercise him soon.” She thought to herself. She walked back to where she had had lunch. A few whistles of appreciation of her beauty greeted her. She still failed to prevent herself blushing.

She retrieved several sugar cubes from where the coffee was being kept hot. She walked back toward the corral holding the cubes in her hand. “Damn, my costume still doesn’t include pockets. Ho, ho.” She fed the cubes to the horse one at a time. He acted disappointed that there weren’t more.

She started to pet him on the head but he stepped back. Insteat, he moved alongside her with his saddle even with her. It was slmost if he was inviting her to take a ride. Felicity kicked off her ponyshoes and put her bare foot in the stirrup. The saddle felt warm on hr bare legs. She grasped the reins that had been tied around the saddle horn. She wrapped them around her right hand.

Without being told the horse headed for the track. He went into a brisk trot. She gave the reins a light shake and he suddenly took off like a shot. She grabbed the saddle horn with her left hand and found herself holding on for dear life. They were back at the starting point in record time. Just as he got there he seemed to kick it into a higher gear and she found her hair trailing out behind her and her surrounding whizzing past her. “Whoa! Damn you Whoa.” She found herself calling out.

The horse obeyed and stopped at the point where she had gotten on. She got off with her legs shaking. The dusty ground suddenly felt good. She gave the horse a pat on the head and bent over to put her pony shoes back on. She didn’t see Pete walking up behind her with a lady companion.

He gave a low whistle at the shot he had had of her bending over with her back to him. His lady friend gave a chuckle as she turned around redfaced. “I’m sorry Master. I didn’t notice you coming. I just got off this horse. He kind of invited me to get on after I gave him a few sugar cubes. I felt guilty because I didn’t have any sugar cubes in my pockets the last time we met. Actually I don’t have any pockets.” That brought a chuckle from Pete’s lady friend.

“Andréa, this is Hey You. Actually she doesn’t care what you call her as long as you remember to call her for supper. Ho, ho.

“ Pete, your new pony girl has a sense of humor. Why don’t you put the horse in the barn and I will let her take me for a ride in her cart?” She retrieved her cart and brought it to her female customer. An employee brough a number of item including another picnic basket and more sunscreen.

“Where to Mistress Andréa?”

“No place in particular, Hey You. How about the picnic tables that I was told about. We can skip the play areas. I skipped breakfast. A girl has to watch her figure and I am famished.”

Felicity grabbed the handles of her cart and then turned and looked at Andréa. “Do you want to secure me to the cart? The men seem to enjoy me that way.”

“No dear and I won’t use the reins and bit gag to guide you. With you naked and wearing bells, I don’t think anybody will doubt who is who. I just want to shoot the breeze with you. I’ve been thinking of being a pony girl for a day or two and I want to get a report on your feelings in harness. For example do you mind the men having their hands all over you?”

“It’s not a problem Mistress Andréa . The men have been rather gentle with me and go out of their way to please me while enjoying my body. I get my bells rung almost every time.”

While they were conversing, Pete had looked up Franklin. “We have a problem. Hey You gave White Lightning some sugar cubes and he rewarded her by giving her a ride. He let it all hang out and she was holding on for dear life with her hair straight out behind her. “

“Please tell me that he didn’t light up.”

“Fortunately he didn’t give away just what he really is.”

“Do you think that she would be interested in being recruited? Obviously White Lightning has given his approval.”

“We just can’t She would be missed and more questions than we would have answers for would be asked. She is just too well known.”

“Damn! I would have loved having her on the team.” Franklin ended the conversation.

Felicity pulled Andréa to the the turnoff to the picnic tables. A large picnic basket was opened with plenty to feed both girls. To her surprise, all Andréa wanted to do was eat and talk. She listened with fascination of Felicity’s trip to The Ranch with Athena.

To her surprise she then stripped off her clothes and put them on the cart. She wanted to pull Felicity up to and explore the Seduction Trail. Fortunately they wore the same size pony shoes. After grabbing hood of the cart handles, she insisted that she borrow her nipple bells and that Felicity put them on her. “Pretend that I am secured to the cart and can’t do it myself.”

She squealed nicely when the first clip and then the second was put on. With a little bit of huffing and puffing she did a fair job of pulling her to Seduction Trail. She was impressed with the setups where Felicity had entertained her guests. “Which was the best being suspended or the pegs on the ground?”

“They were all equal. I had my bells ru8ng on every one. Another thing, since we are both without clothes, we had both get busy with the sunscreen or lotion as Franklins usually refers to it.”

Both girls soon were well protected from the sun. Andréa eyed the four pegs for spread eagle securing. “How about securing me to them. I want to experience being helpless. Of course it will be different than having a man do it.” Short lengths of rope were found on the well equipped cart.

“The rules say that you have to secure your ankles and one wrist. After that is done, I will do your other wrist.” Andréa soon found herself helpless. She lay there naked but for her bells and pony shoes. She struggled nicely when it was suggested. After half an hour she requested being freed and went back to her mistress role.Felicity got her bells and pony shoes back and it was time to return to The Ranch for supper. Andréa thanked her for a nice afternoon and they parted company.

Felicity looked up Franklin and they had another evening of dining out. Her costume where they ate had consisted only of a very, very tight pair of shorts, pony shoes, bracelets in front and her nipple bells and mask. She heard one male who was eying her tight shorts make a remark about camel toe, whatever that was.

Despite her best efforts she jingled almost every time she moved. Her pony shoes clicked every time she took a step. “Franklin, I bet you are drumming up business for me tomorrow. Ho, ho.” She was proved right. She was booked almost solid the next three days. Every male seemed to want to ride the cart of the beautiful blonde with the nice jiggle to her ass.

Of course when they had gotten back to his apartment, the bracelets were changed to her back, but not before she removed her pony shoes and pulled off her tight shorts and sat on his lap. The usual Email was disposed of. When it was time to be returned to her stall, he removed her bracelets. Six turns of rope around her wrists with a couple of turns between them secured her wrists firmly behind her. “You might get a surprise tonight. There will be a ‘new girl’ in the stall opposite you. She is a pony girl wannabe. She is under orders to play at being uncooperative.”

After more than an hour of sitting on his lap and having not just her nipplea bells rung, she was more than willing to hit the hay. Something was running down both of her shapely legs. He took her to her stall after letting her use the outdoor facilities. The one opposite hers was still empty. He hung a gag around her neck and clipped her collar to the stall’s chain. Several turns of rope and her ankles were tied together. He gently removed her bells and placed them on the small shelf in the stall.

It was then she heard a commotion. Two men were half leading, half dragging a naked girl toward the opposite stall. It was Andréa. She was being uncooperative as ordred. Her wrists were already crossed and bound behind her. She was struggling nicely. A collar was put on her neck and a chain snapped on it. Andrea stood panting and glaring. One man held her arms while the other tied her ankles together. She was then shoved down into the hay. She lay on her stomach hiding her ample charms from male view.

Finally, tired of her protests a ballgag was shoved behind her lips and loosely strapped behind her head. The merits of a safety gag was explained her and the penaly for pushing it out when not necessary was explained to her. To demonstrate the penalty one man removed his belt and have her one hard SMACK on her nicely rounded ass that echoed all around the barn. Andréa screamed bloody murder and a lot of it got past her gag. She arched her back and struggled in her ropes. Tears filled her eyes. Several girls flinched at the sound. None wanted to be on the receiving end of such a blow.

Felicity had wondered why Franklin had not used the gag he had hung around her neck. Now she knew that it was so she could talk to Andréa. It would be a nice touch being able to gather info from a newly whipped pony girl. She called out to the hurting girl. “Andréa, did you volunteer for a night in the barn. Give me one grunt for yes and two for no.”

“Oomph!”

“Did it hurt?”

“OOMPH!”

“Is it what you expected?”

“Oomph.” There was a pause. “Oomph, oomph.”

The girls carried on their ‘conversation’ for a half hour and Felicity made mental notes. She then rolled over in the hay and shook her head until the gag hanging around her neck was in front of her mouth.

She then, even though not having been ordered managed to get it into her mouth just before saying. “Well, good night. Oomph.”

Chapter Fifteen: Felicity Helps Show Andréa The Ropes.

In the morning the two regular girls arrived with the usual oatmeal. She found herself completely free. After putting on her mask she was allowed to use the outdoor facilities. A couple of men watched and whistled at her. She went back to her stall and put on her nipple bells. She then was ordered to assist with Andréa. She had her push out her gag and then fed her by hand.

Afterwards she unsnapped the chain to her collar and freed the pony girl wannabe’s ankles and with another leash led her by the arm to the facilities. The girl blushed furiously when she found she had an audience. She returned her to her stall. “Just what kind of scenerio are you in for today?”

“I am to get the works up on Seduction Trail with no right of refusal. Franklin told me that you will be going along as a kind of chaperone. You will have refusal rights, however. I wanted to play the part of a rebellious and abused pony girl and it looks like I will get my money’s worth. Damn! My ass is still hurting from that belt whipping last night.”

Franklin arrived with two men dressed in cowboy style. He introduced them to the two girls and reminded them that one girl had refusal rights and the other didn’t. Two naked pony girls were provided with pony shoes. Each girl had a pony cart waiting for her Felicity had her wrists put in bracelets behind her back. She was allowed to simply grasp the handles on her cart without being further secured.

Andréa, however, got the works. Her wrists were uncrossed and again bound behind her. Another piece of rope tied the pony girl’s elbows almost touching. She protested her treatment and struggled but found that resistance was futile. A wide leather belt with attached rings was placed around her slender waist. A bit and bridle was placed in her mouth and secured with a strap behind her long brunette hair.. Reins were draped across both shoulders. Her other gag still hung from her neck.

Felicity stood patiently as Franklin inserted a bit with reins into her mouth. He gave her nipple bells a playful tinkle and she squealed nicely and pushed her chest into his. She mumbled around her bit of plans for later that evening. He seemed to understand and winked at her.

Franklin smiled as he produce a well lubricated dildo with light chains coming out of its base. Andréa blushed furiously as he had the two men spread her legs wide. He inserted the well lubricated dildo between the legs of the now very red faced girl. It easily slid into its resting place. The end of each chain was attached to her belt. It wasn’t going anywhere. The naked girl’s belt was then secured to the cart handles. He bound elbows protruded toward the driver to be.

She struggled nicely when Franklin kissed both of her nipples. She squealed loudly into her bit gag. as he placed clips with silver bells on them. She shook her breasts once and seemed pleased with the pleasant sound the bells made. She made a comment that couldn’t be understood with the bit in her mouth. A few supplies were put on the carts and the two men each got in a cart.

Felicity was ordered to take them to Seduction Trail. Franklin waved to her as she left. She couldn’t wave back and just shook her bells at him. Both naked pony girls were covered with sweat by the time they got to the part where it started to get steep. Felicity held up well but Andréa was huffing and puffing by the time they reached the top. The men stopped to water their ponies. Both girls drank all that was offered to them.

Finally they reached the end of the trail on top of a flat tree lined hill. Both girls stood drooling around their bits and dripping on already sweaty breasts. The men got out of their carts. Felicity stood still holding onto her cart. She watched as Andréa was released from her cart and told to walk over and sit on a nearby bench.

She gave a little moan as her dildo was forced deeper into her. She wiggled her fingers and bound wrists. She treated the men to a nice bit of squirming which got her breasts bouncing and her nipple bells tinkling. She mumbled something behind her bit. One of the men seemed to understand her mumbles.

He had her stand up and he led her to a picnic table. He undid the two ends holding the dildo in place and set it over at the other end of the table. She had squealed into her bit gag as he pulled it out. The dildo was soaking wet. He grasped her arms just above her tight elbow tie and bent her over the table. He dropped his pants and to put it mildly rammed it home into her waiting sex. She climaxed immediately. Despite his best efforts to hold back he failed.

Seeing his failure his companion dropped his pants and changed places with him and drove her to another climax. Andréa hadn’t even noticed the switch and climaxed again. With her breasts digging into the wooden table she remained bent over the table. She stood panting and sweating.

Felicity stood still holding onto her cart She felt her nipples, despite the clips holding her bells getting more erect. She cried out into her bit gag. She rotated her hips when the men seemed to notice her antics. “Don’t worry pretty one. We will be taking your bit gags out to feed you two as soon as we recharge out batteries. Then you can tell us what I think you are trying to say.”

Andréa was then led over to Felicity and her reins were attached to her cart. The men unloaded drinks and snacks from the carts and placed them on the table. Neither had replaced their pants. One man removed both their bits and reins and led them to the table. One man sat down and ordered Andréa to sit on his lap so he could feed her. Since she saw something showing an interest in her body, she complied immediately and sighed with pleasure as something entered her.

The other man sat down turned to Felicity. “You no longer had the bit in your mouth. Any requests?”

She answered immediately. “Yes Master. I would like to sit on your lap while you feed me.” She was soon sitting on his lap and being well fed. By the time she was finished eating she was well hot and bothered. Surprisingly he raised her off of his lap and led her over to a grassy patch. He pushed her down on the grass. Her bound wrists were under her. He proceded to drive her over the edge twice before he allowed himself to finish.

Afterwards the two men and two naked pony girls sat and talked like old friends. Once could tell that Andréa’s elbow bondage was starting to pain her, but she didn’t complain. Both girls didn’t seem to mind sitting naked and still tightly bound chatting with two men who had very well used their beautiful bodies. All too soon it was time to return to their starting point.

Both had their bit and reins replaced. Just before Andréa was gagged, she spread her legs wide and requested that the dildo be replaced. She moaned with pleasure as one man filled what she wanted filled for the trip back to the barn. Her belt was reattached to her cart. A flip of both sets of reins and the girls started to pull their temporary masters back to the barn.

Andrea, with the dildo in her stopped halfway back and with motions of her hips and panting into her bit indicated she was hot and bothered. One of the men was more that happy to give her relief in the tall grass alongside the trail. He left the dildo out when the other man said that he would be unable to help should she get hot and bothered again.

Franklin welcomed them back, noticing that both pony girls had something that had dried while running down their long legs. He had them pull their carts slowly around the track until suppertime. Before he sent them on their way, he had cut the rope holding Andréa’s elbows almost touching. She gave a little sigh of relief. She hadn’t requested the little act of kindness.

Later he freed both pony girls and allowed them to freshen up in his apartment. He then took them naked with their wrists in bracelets behind them to an outdoor eating place. He placed headbands on both girls with a large feather attached. Felicity, of course, was permitted her mask. Both girls had several gentlemen helping them eat their supper while sitting on their laps.

There was no sampling of the merchandise, however. It was for advertising their wares. Both girls were soon booked up for the next day. Both girls worked together in the morning and pulled two customers apiece. In the afternoon they split up and took two customers each to separate places of interest.

Strangely, only one of Felicity’s four customers requested her use. She accepted and he did a more than adequate job of ringing her bells. He even unlocked one of her wrist cuffs so she could hold him with her arms as he used her completely free in the tall grass. She was well grass stained when they finished. The others were quite contest to ride in the cart and admire the nice wiggle of her ass and the pleasant sound her bells were making.

Since she had no right of refusal, Andréa was well used by all four of her customers. She realized that her two afternoon customers had been Felicity’s morning customers and after staring at the nice wiggle of her ass had been more than ready to use her in the afternoon. She was more than willing to return to her stall that evening after supper. She was well used and very tired. She did find time to thank her companion of the morning for getting her two afternoon customers well primed. Each had used her twice.

It was the next day. Andréa and Felicity had been made ready by Franklin. Both girls had their nipple bells and pony shoes on. Andréa found herself with her wrists bound behind her but not crossed. She was booked for a morning and an afternoon tour of duty. She seemed almost anxious to get on the job. She already had a bit secured in her mouth and reins run back to her cart. Soon her customer arrived and climbed in the cart, grabbed the reins and the two were soon out of sight.

Franklin and Felicity watched them go. Her hands were bound behind her and she was grasping the handles on her pony cart. Since nobody had booked her services, he asked her how she wanted to spend her day. “I do need to experience that special spot on Seduction Trail where I get treated a bit roughly, Master.”

“Let me get a few extras my eager researcher.” He bent down and tied her ankles together and then left her standing. “Don’t run away beautiful.” He soon returned with a box of objects she couldn’t get a good view of.”

He climbed into the cart after freeing her ankles. He placed a bit with attached reins in her mouth, silencing her. With careful use of the reins they reached Seduction Trail and the offshoot that she wanted to experience. Franklin got out of the cart. Sweat was already dripping from her body. “I know you are in good condition and exercise regularly. I am going to make you uncomfortable before we start up the steeper grade. If it gets too much for you just give three tinkles with your bells.”

He left her wrists bound together . He placed a belt with metal loops around her waist. Next he had her move her legs wide apart and she felt a dildo inserted into her. It was secured by a light chain attached to the front and back of the belt. It was a tight fit. To help hold it even more tightly in the impaled girl, he ran a rope from her wrist rope, across her crotch and secured it to the front of the belt. Her wrists were tight against her back. Next he used several turns of soft rope to bring her elbows together, actually touching. She whined into her bit gag, but didn’t resist. She did not jingle her bells.

Lastly he removed her pony shoes. She was going to have to pull him up the steep trail barefoot. She could see a few pieces of gravel and rocks that she would have to avoid. “We are going to be in the sun for most of the climb.” He spent several minutes applying lotion all over her naked body.

She almost purred when he did her breasts and moved her hips nicely when he bumped the dildo impaling her a couple of times. She shivered when he got a light whip out of the box as he was climbing into the pony cart. She hoped he wouldn’t need it, but knew he would. Part of the trail looked steep up ahead.

The first fifty yards weren’t too bad. Then the barefoot girl reached the steeper part of the trail. As she slowed almost to a stop. There was a loud crack as the whip exploded across her well rounded ass. That got her going. Further along she slowed again as gravel and pebbles hurt her bare feet. Again the whip exploded across both cheeks.

She was soon drenched in sweat and gasping for breath around her bit gag. The whip again encouraged her to move on. Suddenly after the sixth explosion on her ass she realized that she was on level ground. She had reached the top. She collapsed panting to her knees.

She felt the rope holding her wrists tight against her back released from the front of the belt. It now hung down behind her. The chain holding the dildo impaling her was removed and the dildo easily came out. She was well lubricated. She felt herself released from the cart and pushed down on her bound wrists and elbows.

She was entered and Franklin quickly climaxed and she didn’t. “That my beauty was a strict use by someone playing the part of not caring a bit for the pony. I will make it up to you before we start back down. I hope you aren’t too pissed off.” She tinkled her bells twice.

He completely freed the bound pony girl and helped her over to a picnic table. She bounced straight up when her tenderized ass hit the wooden seat. An anxious Franklin handed her a 23 ounce can of her ‘favorite’ tea. After an hour of drinking an talking something came up and he made up for the rough treatment she had received, twice. She barely felt the stripes on her ass as he brought her to a climax.

Back at The Ranch, she counted six stripes on her ass. She later learned that the standard payment per stripe was credited to her Ranch ‘account’.

The next three days were pony girl races. She found herself on the quarter mile track up against Athena , Minerva, and Andréa Each naked pony girl raced with a guest in her cart. Weights made sure that each girl was pulling an identical load. She won some of her races. The other girls won some. A couple of guests found that a well aimed whip applied to Andréa’s nice round ass usually produced a burst of .speed and would give her the victory. Felicity got a few herself.

Chapter Sixteen: Return Home and a Mysterious Disappearance.

All of this got her several requests for trips on the Seduction Trail. All good things must end. After a few more days and several more interesting experiences on the Seduction Trail it was time for her to return home. A couple of her customers had commented on the stripes on her tail, but she shrugged them off. They hardly bothered her after Franklin had put some kind of healing cream on them. She spent her last night there with Franklin and not in her stall. She had to admit that his bed was more comfortable than a hay filled stall and blanket.

It was morning and the two had a last breakfast at The Ranch. She had spent the night in his room. They had spent the night trying to wear each other out. It had ended up a draw. He had dug up a pair of very tight shorts and a loose blouse for her and then taken her to breakfast. She was wearing her pony shoes for the last time and a headband with a large feather and her ever present mask.

After breakfast they went back to his room and discussed the return back to their loft apartments. “I seem to have misplaced your luggage somewhere. I guess it will have to be the limousine trunk again. Just think of all the extra room you will have without Athena to keep you company. I do have an idea of using something that I used on the photoshoot with Athena that you might find interesting.”

“Well, Master, what do you want me to do first?”

“STRIP!”

Felicity was quick to obey. Her loose blouse was first to go. She had not been wearing a bra. She felt her nipples harden under his gaze. She liked his admiring eyes. She kicked off her ponyshoes. “I am going to miss these..”

“Don’t fear my now topless beauty. I think that The Ranch can spare them for so you can have a keepsake.” She smiled and started removing her tight shorts. They had been very tight and they didn’t come off easily. But finally she stood in front of him in all her naked glory. He allowed her to replace the pony shoes.

At his command she turned her back to him and he crossed and bound her wrists behind her. He left the two ends of the rope hanging down behind her. He hung a ball gag around her neck. She knew she would end up in a hogtie. He picked up the ponyshoes and led the naked and now bound girl over to the barn. He let her say her goodbyes to her fellow ponies. He also picked up her headband with its feather and also grabbed the silver bells attached to their clips. Strangely, she requested the ponytail.

He led her over to another barn wher her limousine was waiting. He helped her into the trunk and onto her belly. A short length of rope and her ankles were bound together. “That should hold you until our rest stop at the barn. I almost forgot. Here is your voice recorder.Do you want to make any more notes on the way? She nodded and he put it on her head. She squirmed into a more comfortable position. The soft trunk lining felt good against her bare breasts.

Franklin gave her a gentle pat on her nicely rounded and almost healed rear and closed the trunk. The trunk was suddenly dark. She spoke into her voice activated headset. “Well here I go again. All naked and bound for the next few hours. I hope we stop at that one spot. I don’t think I can last the whole trip without a pit stop.”

“I heard the engine start and the trunk light has come on. Just like old times. Ho, ho. He hasn’t attached the length of rope from my wrists to my ankles. I guess he forgot about the hogtie. I am going to roll over on my side and look at my surroundings a bit. I see that release that got Mimi in trouble. There is no way I am going to touch it. I just heard Franklin chuckle over the speaker. This limousine rides so quiet I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. A certain man wore me out last night.”

“While I am on my side, I am trying to reach the knots on my ankle rope. Damn it. He has the knots on the other side of where I can touch the ropes. I am wiggling my wrists to try to get some slack. I am getting nowhere.

“I must have dozed off. I feel the car turning and running on gravel and stopping. It must be for the gate at the place we stopped at before. I hear him get out of the car and soon the trunk is open and I am greeted by bright sunlight. He stands me on my bound legs and removes the rope.”

“We have stopped a little further up the dirt road than on the ride before. I can just barely see a piece of the barn where Michelle Ann had been ‘interviewed’. I wonder how long I would have held out against Jeffrey’s tickle torture. I never got around to getting a demonstration.”

“Unlike my first visit here, I have time to find a bush to step behind. After I return to the limo, I have proposed to Franklin that he demonstrate the punishment tie he had used on Mimi. I told him it had possibilities for use in my pending novel. He isn’t very fond of the idea. He points out that if I get to crying or screaming, it would be difficult to find a place to pull over.”

“Since I have the gag hanging around my neck, I agree to somehow get it in my mouth, if necessary. So here I am standing by the limo with its open trunk. He takes a strap and pulls my elbows together. I give a little squeal but am not complaining. He then straps my knees together and binds my ankles. He picks me up and easily picks me up and puts me on my stomach in the trunk.”

“Almost reluctantly, he takes the two lengths of rope hanging from my wrist tie. He runs them up to the strap around my elbows and around it. He then pulls my ankles up to where they are almost touching my elbows. I am bent almost into a bow. He ties the two ropes together on my ankle tie.”

`”Two more hours into the ride and I am really hurting. I finally admit defeat and preparing to get the gag into my mouth.”

Franklin could see that Felicity was reaching her limit. He asks her if he should find a place to pull over. She shakes her head but he sears tears in the video picture of her. He finally finds an exit with no facilities that leads off into the boonies. He exits and goes a mile down an empty road. There is no sign of life when he spots what looks like a long unused driveway to nowhere and pulls in under some trees.

He cuts the ropes holding her in the punishing hogtie and removes the gag. Her face is tearstained. She thanks him but asks for nothing more. He removes the strap on her knees and unties her ankles. He helps her out of the trunk and on wobbly feet manages to stagger over to a bush and relieve herself. She immediately made her way back to the limo. “Lets finish this before I change my mind.” He helped his pony girl as he now thought of her into the trunk. He gave her a drink of water from the limo’s little fridge and she laid her head down and was almost instantly asleep.

“I have just woke up as the limo pulls into our shared garage. I realise that although my wrists are still bound, he never replaced the rope on my ankles or the gag in my mouth. Somehow the strap around my elbows has come up missing. I must have falledn asleep instantly.”

Franklin opened the trunk as soon as the garage door closed. He helped her out of the trunk He led the still bound girl to the elevator and used her keys to open her door. She led him into her apartment. “I have all the data I need about a punishment hogtie in a car trunk. This is me signing off.” He removed the headset from her head. Her hair was a sweaty mess, despite the limo’s AC piped to the trunk.

He excused himself to retrieve a few things from the limo. He brought back her ponyshoes, bells, feathered headband and ponytail. When he returned to her apartment, he saw that the bathroom light was on. He pictured her using her nose to turn it on. He watched her come out. She saw the items, including the ponytail. “I always wondered where the term ’up yours’ came from, now I know.”

With both of them still chuckling, she led him into the bedroom and managed to again get the pillow between her shapely ass and her still bound wrists. “Lets finish this little vacation the way it started.“ Franklin fell asleep. When he woke up, he was surprised to smell fresh coffee.

Felicity was in the kitchen. She was still naked but her hands were free. The rope was nowhere in sight to give him any clue. “I got loose. That means that you have to take me to a nice restaurant. Ho, ho.”

“How did you do It?”

“You will have to read my new novel when it comes out. I am dabbling with the idea of the villian getting the best of Samantha Savage temporarly. Of course she gets loose and kicks his ass later.” Franklin gave up and took her to the same restaurant that he had once taken Athena.

They were to have many months together. Her new novel was a best seller. Things are getting serious between them when something happened. She returned to her loft apartment from a book signing tour. On her table is a note along with a note. A copy of his lease deeded over to her is also there. It read:

My darling. I have attracted the attention of the wrong people. I was in a restaurand interviewing a potential model when her boyfriend showed up. Anyway he got the wrong idea and slugged me and we both were hauled off to the pokey.

The cops got a hit on my fingerprints which was too fantastic for them to believe and they brushed it off. However, people in suits have begun watching my apartment. The Ranch can’t take too close an examination. Don’t mention it to anyone.

I am leaving you the deed to my loft apartment. Do with it as you will. I love you and will do my best to return for you when the time is right. I suggest you destroy this note.

Felicity cried herself to sleep.She didn’t destroy the note. Instead she placed it in a secret compartment in her large ornate writing desk. It was never to be found by the wrong people.

It was weeks later when a ring indicated that someone was at the building enterance and ringing the bell to her apartment. She looked at the picture in the security camera. It was a man in a suit. He flashed a badge and requested an interview. She hit the button that would release her elevator.

When he reached her floor, she admitted him to her apartment. His badge indicated FBI. “Thank you for seeing me Miss Campbell. By the way, I have read some of your novels. They are very good. What I want to talk to you about is a real mystery.”

To set the stage: Around 1916 the U.S. Navy started using fingerprints to identify recruits. Anyway since that was almost a hundred years ago, but some young agent fed them into our data base just for laughs. To our amazement when the local police ran your neighbor’s prints as a matter of routine, they got a hit on someone which is plain impossible.”

“It said that someone who had enlisted in the Navy in 1918 for our involvement is WW-1 was a match. There has to be a logical explanation. If it is him he would be over a hundred years old. He certainly doesn’t look that old.”

A shocked Felicity spoke. “I once read a sci-fi story set well in the future when men had reached the stars. It involved an impossible fingerprint match. There was a burglary and a wall safe on Earth was cracked. Fingerprints matched those of the President of Earth who happened to be on the moon at the time giving a speech. They finally figured out that with men expanding to the stars, what had happened. It seems the chance of two people having the same prints is one in 64 billion. The human population with the colonization of the stars was now many times that. Two people had been born with the same prints.”

“It gets more interesting Miss Campbell. We obtained a copy of the old Navy records with a photograph and it matched perfectly with the mug shot that the local police provided of your neighbor. It got even more strange. Another of our agents is a Civil War buff. He had a collection of copies of Brady photographs taken during the war. He used facial recognition software and got a match with one of the officers on Grant’s staff.”

“This is too fantastic, Sir. It sounds like science fiction. I wish I could help you, but I am just as puzzled as you.”

“It gets worse. Further study shows him in the background with Admiral Dewey taken after the Spanish American War. Despite the thirty years that had passed, he still looked the same. After WW-1 there was no trace of him until now. It was like he dropped off the face of the Earth. We showed nothing for WW-2 or any other military enlistment. Is there anyway you could help us?”

“I am aftraid not. We have been dating and become good friends. Suddenly I got a not saying that he had attracted the attention of the wrong people. I guess he meant your people. He left me the deed to his apartment and that is all. I no longer have the note. Maybe there are a few very long lived people due to some kind of genetic fluke. I guess they wouldn‘t want to advertise it or they would end up in laboratories being studied like rats.”

“I thought something similar myself. If this is the case, I don’t blame him for going into hiding. He may find it very difficult. I would not be surprised if they are using facial recognition software on everybody who gets on a plane.”

The FBI man prepared to leave. “I wish you a good day. Should you hear from him, please contact me. Here is my card and my personal cell phone. We will probably find him eventually. It would be very difficult for him to leave the country. He has no record of a passport but if he really is that old, he may have some backup identies. If I was in his situation, I know I would.”

Chapter Seventeen: Felicity Goes About Her Life.

Felicity went about her life. The notes from The Ranch that helped her finish Samantha Savage and the Kidnapped Pony Girl. She had enough other notes from her visit to The Ranch to write a profitable sequal. The result was a made for cable movie combining the two on one of the cable channels known for a lot of T&A with a little kink. They were also known for movies featuring top heavy girls with little or nothing on being chased by aliens and monsters.

They actually got the pony girl costumes and other stuff right. She managed to get a contact number for the girl Mimi who supplied the screams for some of their monster movies.movies. She got no response, even after leaving messages.

It was weeks later at a book signing for a major book seller that she saw a familiar face. It was the pretty brunette Mimi. They met for coffee after the signiig ended. Mimi was talking. “You were nice enough to sign my two books involving that pony girl. Here is a DVD of that little specialty that Franklin and I made.”

“Have you heard from Franklin, by chance.”

“Sorry dear. I have made inquiries also. It’s like he droped off the face of the Earth.”

“Lets go to my place and I will tell you what little I know.” The two proceded to her loft apartment. The other one on her top floor was still empty.

The girls put on the DVD. “Make sure you got the surround sound turned up high. I was in fine voice when I made this with Franklin.”

They watched as a bearded man led a brunette girl into a room. She was wearing a very short tunic that exposed half of her fine breasts. It was Mimi. There were two ropes with hooks on their ends hanging from an overhead beam. “You have really soiled your nest again young lady. Even if you are a free woman, you have to pay for your mistake with six of the best.”

“Yes Master. That slipped out. I meant yes Sir.”

“That is understandable my dear. You have been here before. Your father says you are too wild for your own good. I am to punish you for your recent transgressions. Like the last time, please put these cuffs on your wrists and ankles. Remember the rings toward the back of your wrists amd the ankle cuffs go to the outside. I will check the correct tightness afterwards.”

“I know Sir. If I have a problem, I will be too busy screaming to complain.” Mimi put on the four cuffs. She went over and stood on a box under the two ropes. “Do you want me strip for you like last time, Sir?” She was shaking a little.

“That won’t be necessary my soon to be punished beauty. If you recall the rules, that is required the first time you soil your nest because you are a free woman. Since this is your second visit, I am required to perform the honors. You don’t want to know what is required on a third offense.”

“I already know. The stripping is performed by a group of males. The only requirement is that I must have pissed each one off at one time or another..”

“You do your homework my beauty. I have checked your cuffs and they are of the proper tightness. Please hook the first chain to your left wrist.” Mimi complied. She was now having to stand with her heels off the box and half of her weight on her toes and the other the first wrist cuff. He stood on a second box and reached up to secure her other wrist. She was now helpless to free herself.

He stepped off his box and admired the view. The long legged beauty stood with her arms raised over her head. The tunic was pulled higher by her stance. “I see you are wearing black Bikini panties this time. Last time it was white.” She blushed furiously as if on cue.

“I see you remembered to borrow one of your slave girl’s tunics with disrobing ties. Last time I had to ruin a good tunic by cutting it off. Despite being fully secured, you did struggle nicely. This time you are only half secured. You aren’t going to resist, are you?”

“No Sir. I know that if I should struggle and accidently kick you, I would get an extra stroke or two.” He stood on the box and pulled on the first disrobing tie. One side of her tunic fell off her shoulder, exposing her right breast.with the lacy black bra covering it. It was a very thin bra. He could see that her nipple was fully errect under its covering.

He pulled on the second disrobing tie and the tunic slid down her beautiful body. It hung up briefly on her well rounded hips and ass cheeks. She shook her body, bouncing her breasts nicely, and it fell around her ankles on the box.

“Thank you for the assist my soon to be chastised lovely. If I may say so you are blushing nicely.”

“Thank you Sir. I might as well aim to please, since I am almostly helpless and well deserve what is soon to happen to me.”

“Hold still now.” He stood in front of her and stepped closer. He reached around behind her and released her bra. It fluttered to floor and landed on part of her tunic. Her errect nipples were right at his face level. He pretended not to be able to help it and kissed one. She squealed nicely at the gentle kiss. “Sorry my lady, that was premature.”

“I have no complaints.” She laughed, despite her near naked position. “I consider it a down payment on what my slave girls often call the good part of being disciplined.”

“One last question, beautiful. Abound the panties, do you want to secure you legs and give you the first five, then free them to remove your last garment? I would then have to secure your legs again for the last blow. As a free woman, you have some say in your punishment.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t request that you use a gentle whip.” She gave a little smile and laughed. “I prefer that you remove my Bikini panties now. I will take a chance that you are not the one who disciplined one of my girl friend’s slave girls recently. The poor girl claimed that the man was so busy glancing at the place her legs came together that he missed her breasts entirely. Unfortunately, the rules permitted a do over and she ended up with an extra stripe on her chest, since the one below her breasts didn‘t count.”

Mimi paused the DVD. “Franklin and I were cracking up while we were rehersing the script. It was great fun, even when we got to the action. I was at my best.”

“I have to agree. It is almost as if he is from a place with real slave girls.”

The DVD was restarted. “Thank you for a prompt decision.” He slide the lacy black panties down to her ankles. He admired the curly hairs now exposed. Mimi steped demurely out of them and shook them to the floor. She now stood on her toes, fully naked.

Franklin took a length of rope with an attached hook and clipped it to a shapely ankle. “Damn, I almost forgot. Brace yourself. I knew I was forgetting something important.” He kicked the box out from under the naked girl. She squealed in mock protest and hung swaying from her wrist ropes. He pulled on the ankle rope and moved her leg to one side. He attached the rope to a ring in the floor. He repeated the procedure with her other ankle. She was now widespread in an almost perfect X.

“Looks like we are ready to procede my pretty brunette. Oops, I forgot to test the tightness. It has to be just right for six of the best. After all we wouldn’t want you dodging.” He palmed the area where her legs met. She struggled to avoid his intimate touch and failed. A finger disappeared and she squealed nicely and rotated her hips as much as the small amount of slack permitted.

“Damn it, hurry up so we can get to the good part. I do have one request if it is permitted.”

“Very well, what is your request.”

“Leave me like I am for the good part. You can free my legs if either of us is up to seconds. There is always the floor for thirds.”

“Deal!” He picked up a short whip and stepped behind her. He struck her with the light whip across the shoulders just as she looked over her shoulders. A camera focused on her back showed a red welt springing up. She gave one of her trademarked screams and struggled desparately. He breasts bounced beautifully. When she stopped her struggles, he repeated the blow just below a slightly lighter area of her skin that a bikini strap sometimes covered. Another red welt appeared. She screamed even louder.

He paused until she quit her struggles in her ropes. She looked over her shoulder again just as the whip buried itself almost out of sight across her well rounded ass cheeks. “Damn, damn, damn that hurt. Now I know that there should be a rule where I should be able to request a gentler whip.”

“Sorry my nest soiling guest, but that is not on the books.” She opened her mouth for a snappy comeback, but instead gave an even louder scream as number four arrived. With a loud SMACK. A view from the back showed four red welts.

“How about a little pause that refreshes, Sir? I need to catch my breath or my nest scream won’t be up to my normal standards.”

He did pause and gave her a drink of white soda and moved around front. Mimi paused the DVD again. “We had to edit a few seconds out after my comment on standards. I had adlibbed something about disappointing the customers.” She restarted the DVD.

Mimi got a look of what looked like real horror across her pretty face. He was still standing in front of her after giving her a drink. A red welt appeared across both breasts, just under her erect nipples. She couldn’t stop screaming. An up to now unnoticed pail of water was thrown in her face and dripped down her chest.

She finally spoke. “Thanks, I needed that.” She looked at him with what appeared to be real horror. He stepped directly in front of the wide spread girl. He rechecked the slack in her leg ropes by palming her sex again. She had gained maybe an inch in her previous struggles, not enough to spoil his aim. She moved her lips as if telling him not to do it, but no sound seemed to come out.

He struck directly up between the spread legs. She opened her mouth and got a loud half scream out and fainted. He palmed her sex again and a finger disappeared. She didn’t move. He retrieved a tube of some kind of cream and applied it to her sex. “ Probably a numbing cream.” though Felicity.

Finally Mimi opened her eyes. “Is it time for the good part, Sir?”

Franklin dropped his pants and stood on a box just the right heighth. He gently entered her. Actually he slipped right in. She exploded in her ropes. Gently he pulled out and unsnapped the clips to her ankles. She moved her legs apart and he re-entered her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and both soon exploded. Her climax was almost, but not quite, as loud as when she was receiving her whipping. THE END appeared on the screan.

The girls talked a bit more on the disappearance of Franklin and agreed to keep in touch. Felicity kept the DVD for a long time. Strangely she was to lose track of Mimi within a year.

She buried herself in writing Samantha Savage stories. They all sold well and made her even richer. She even got six stories ahead and quit sending them to her publisher. She put them in a secret compartment in her ornate antique writing desk.

Chapter Eighteen: A New Beginning.

It is many years in the future. A white-haired old woman is bedridden. She is slipping away. She closes her eyes for what is probably the last time. As she drifts off she hears a voice. “We are just in time. Get the Extend in her. She feels a needle prick and then nothing.

When she again awakes, she feels strange. She is alone in a comfortable bed. She is wearing some kind of long sleeved robe. Strangely all the walls and doors are of metal. She senses an almost inaudible hum in the background. She manages to get out of bed and stagger over to a door which she somehow knew had the necessary facilities behind her. How did she know this. She had a vague memory of people helping her and encouraging her to take steps.

There is a metal door to her room or is it a cabin on a ship. It must be. The background noise she hears must be it plowing through the waves. She tries the door to the cabin. It opens easily. There is a corridor extending past several more cabins. She enters the corridor. It feels cold on her bare feet. She walks down the corridor. She runs her hands through her hair. She runs her fingers through her hair. Strangely it feels much shorter then when she laid down for what she thought would be her last time.

She turns the corner of the corridor and collides with ….ah, well something. It looks like a six foot parakeet. It is covered with colorful feathers. Partway up folded wings it has a pair of three fingered hands. “What! What are you?!.” is all she can say.

A voice that does remind her a gruff parakeet answers. “Excuse me Mistress Felicity.I didn’t know you were awake yet. I am a Feather Duster.” They are interrupted by a long unheard voice.

“My darling! You are up sooner than we expected.” It is Franklin. “You are just in time. We are almost home. He led her over to a large view port and pulled back a curtain. Directly ahead was a planet with only one large continent and a very big ocean. It had two moons.

“I see that picture in your apartment at The Ranch was of a real planet. What is going on? Are you human. You don’t look like you have aged a day since you went out of my life.” She pauses not knowing what to say next.

“You don’t look so old yourself, darling.” For the first time she looked at her hands. They were no longer old and wrinkled. She almost passed out and her knees grew weak.

“I think that I had better look in a mirror.” He led her into his cabin. It had a full length mirror. Her hair was only about four inches long but it was blonde instead of white. Half in shock, she let her robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She had what looked like an eighteen year old body again. “Damn, it’s been decades since my breasts looked this good. How is this possible?” She pulled her robe back on.

“We trimmed off the white when we knew you were due to wake up. The reason is something the Mantises developed for us called Extend. It is better to start with it when you are about eighteen. However it can be used to rejuvenate as in your case. You ought to be good for another millenium.”

“Just who are the Mantises?”

“They look like twelve foot versions of our Praying Mantises on Earth. However they are vegetarians and not preditors. They are the greatest hive mind in the galaxy. However they don’t have opposable thumbs and are poor builders. They needed people to help build things that they thought up. That is where the Feather Dusters came in. They are a space faring race that travels all over the galaxy and with no apparent home planet. They make their living as traders.”

“The Mantises couldn’t use them. Those three fingered proto-hands on their wings are barely enough for them to build their ships. They knew about us on Earth and agreed to pick up a few straglers that hopefully wouldn ‘t be missed. Of course they expected a nice fee from the Mantises.”

“Our kind were too short lived for their needs, so they came up with Extend. Also, when they discovered that we liked to fight among ourselves a lot, they were pleased that a side effect of Extend is that over eighty percent of our births are female”

“So this explains are the rumored alien abductions through the years.”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad Darling. Oops, your robe is still open and you don’t have any. I have been admiring your returning blonde hair down lower.” He laughed when she blushed.

“Basically I was recruited just after the Mexican War. They try to get people that won’t be missed which is getting harder and harder with modern ways of keeping track of population. That is why they wouldn’t let me recruit you. As a best selling writer, you would have been missed. That is unfortunate since you passed the test with flying colors or rather with the approval of White Lightning.

“White Lightning ?”

“That animal you mistook for a horse. He isn’t and is nearly as intelligent as any human. He and others like him are kind of telepathic and can sense if someone is a good recruit to go after.”

“Do you mean that animal that took for for a ride at what seemed like sixty mph?”

“Yep and it was probably faster than that. Thank goodness he didn’t light up and make his horn visible. He is a Unicorn.”

“I thought there was something strange about White Lightning. What happens to us now?

“Even before I was recruited, others were bringing Earth type trees here and planting seedlings over hundreds of thousands of square miles. Mostly Oaks and other nut trees, plus Pines to help provide building material for future homes. All of this has to make the areas between the Mountains and the sea attractive to what is now a surplus human population.”

“We are starting to move our surplus humans out of the Mountains. The trees have had a couple of centuries to mature and we now have huge stately forests. We have brought in squirels to help spread the nuts and indirectly plant more trees. Of course we have brought in hawks and cats to keep the squirels under control. We left the dogs behind. The only cats are Siamese.”

“I bet that was your idea.”

“Guilty! They are a noble breed. Back to the colonizing of the lowlands. We have brought in normal farm animals and plow horses. We are keeping things low tech except where absolutely necessary. We are training groups of what will be called Associates of RIDERS to keep things in check. No weapons more deadly than a crossbow are permitted.”

“One nice thing about the eighty plus percent of female births is there will be less danger of war and conflict. Of course it keeps us poor men wore out satisfying them. Ho, ho. It‘s a tough job, but it has to be done.” Felicity couldn’t help laughing.

“To change the subject my dear to something more important. Will you marry me?”

Her answer was a long kiss, followe by a simple yes.

They landed in the mountains. She was amazed by the factories and hard working fellow humans. From the air, she saw a huge ship under construction. Nearby, she got to see a couple of the Mantises directing some of the work. She was taken by Franklin to his apartment. She found a closet full of her size clothes waiting for her.

At her first meal she was surprised to find some old friends from The Ranch. The first two were Minerva and her old friend from the ride in the limo trunk Athena. They didn’t appear to have aged a single day. Minerva was talking. Actually, since they had been in their twenties, they looked younger. Minerva spoke, “Athena and I share an apartment and work at a factory putting together who knows what. We share everything, including boyfriends. This Extend stuff means we will keep our youth for many centuries. There is one complication though. If I suffer an injury that would normally leave a scar, it disappears after awhile. Another complication is that a certain something grows back and you are a virgin again. Ho, Ho. It is our common goal that it doesn‘t happen to either of us. We have several male friends who are only to happy to help us with that potential difficulty.”

Athena chimed in. “I am here because I caught my boyfriend cheating on me just before I was recruited. Instead of a cover story like me moving to another city, I simply disappeared, leaving most of my possessions behind, except for a few keepsakes. There was an inquiry by the authorities when I came up missing and he was suspected in my disappearance. Of course no body was ever found and he was never charged, due to lack of evidence. After all the publicity no other girl would ever go near him and I hear he died a bachelor. Ho, ho.”

A fair amount of people attended their marriage ceremony and celebration. She recognized Jeffrey from The Ranch. There was a magnificently built girl with him. She had long red hair with a touch of blonde. She was wearing a collar with no lock on it. “I remember you Jeffrey, but not your friend.”

“This is Michelle Ann. She is what we call a contract slave girl.”

“The attempted spy that Franklin told me about?”

“The same. She was persistant and finally managed to get to The Ranch and get caught again. While we were trying to figure out what to do with her, White Lightning took a ‘liking’ to her. Since we couldn’t outsmart her, we recruited her.”

“Yes, I ended up waking up naked and hogtied on a bed in a locked cabin on what I later learned was a Feather Duster ship. Now that I am hear, I love it. A whole new start on a new world. I don’t miss Earth in the least.”

“Jeffrey and I are assisting in resettling couples with very young children down in what we call the lowlands below the Mountains. The one requirement is that they never tell their children where they came from. The idea is to keep everything out there low tech. You remember how we humans liked to fight back on Earth. Jeffrey’s job is to protect the settlers. We already have a few bad apples out there.”

Jeffrey spoke. “Basically, I am supposed to be one of the good guys on a white horse. I watch out for what we call forbidden weapons. A few clowns figure out how to make gun power every so often. Michelle Ann plays the part of my trunted contract slave girl.”

“Just what is a contract slave girl?”

“With the big surplus in females due to Extend, slavery is legal. It is mostly females. Contract slave girls are volunteers for a fixed rate of time. They usually sell their services at an auction. Regular slave girls have no fixed time but sometimes earn their freedom. Anything to add to that Michelle Ann?”

“Yes, Master. Ho, ho. There is a law that a man can only have one wife at a time. It is accepted that someone has to keep us girls well taken care of in addition to his wife. We girls help with farmwork and anything else on the new farms and in the little towns springing up. By the way Jeffrey has no wife at this time, so he keeps me well used and I keep his bed warm. I think that I have a long term contract.” The two would later marry.

“She is a very obedient slave girl. . All I have to do if she misbehaves, is to bring up the subject of tickling.” Everyone present laughed.

Another pair of old acquaintances turned up. It was Mimi and Fitzpatrick. Mimi explained. “I had gotten tired of screaming for a living and hooked up with Fitzpatrick. I ended up here. We have tied the knot and are waiting for our home to be finished in the lowlands. I understand that it will be close to where one is being built for you and your new husband. Congratulations.”

Franklin had started the building of a home for them away from what were referred to as the Mountains. A network of various types of farms was being set up to be dependant on each other. A village that would one day grow into a town was being laid out for settlers from the Mountains. Franklin and her estate would be a vineyard.

Horses and cattle had been imported from Earth. Of course there were riding horses for transportation and plow horses for the farms. A number of people had been trained as blacksmiths and were to make a good living. Their vineyard was to become known for its excellent wine and beautiful pony cart girls who hauled supplies around the estate. Some were contract slave girls and some were full slave girls.

Shortly after they moved into their new home another pair of old friends moved into the recently built estate down the road. It was the man Mustache Pete. He still had the long mustache that had pleasantly tickled her thighs while he was warming her up. To her surprise was he was accompanied by a pretty slave girl she recognized as Andréa. She wore wearing only a short tunic and a white painted collar. The white collar indicating that only Pete was permitted to use her.

Pete spoke. “She won’t let me take off her collar, even though I never lock it. She claims to love being my slave girl and insists on being the one who pulls the pony cart for my workers on the farm. I have asked her to marry me, but she refuses, claiming to love her present status. She says the only way she would marry me is if she gets in a family way.”

“Actually I am in love with his mustache and wouldn’t want to change anything. Ho, ho.” Three years later she did get in a family way, took off her collar and married Pete. She never did permit him to shave off his mustache though.

At an auction they came across two crying full slave girls who were about to be sold separately. They immediately bid on both and won. The girls were Foxy and Roxy who had taken care of her and the other girls in the barn on The Ranch back on Earth. They were often used to pull Franklin and Felicity around their growing estate. The two sisters would never have to worry about being separated again.

Franklin later explained. “They were so efficient at The Ranch that when the background check showed that they had no ties on Earth and no chance of being missed, we made them a couple of our last involuntary abductions. I had lost track of them. They had originally been tagged to always be sold as a pair. I am glad we found them and they get to stay together. Don’t they look gorgeous in their pony girl finery? I even provided tails for their tails. Ho, ho.”

“They do look beautiful. I have a feeling that you enjoy the nice wiggle of their asses as they pull us in the cart. Do you girls enjoy your new home?” Both girls gave enthusiastic nods and mumbles into their bits and gave single jingles of their nipple bells.

“I rarely insert tails in their tails, darling. They squirm worse than you used to. Ho, ho.” She blushed furiously. Actually when there were no male workers working on the estate, she would later take off her clothes and help transport supplies around to the all female crews. She would return to the main house naked and sweaty, but still have enough energy to wear out a turned on Franklin. That would end when she had their first child. However, she would occasionally put on her pony girl costume when she and Franklin were alone and she really wanted to turn him on. It always worked.

Franklin insisted that all slave girls be well treated. That was one rule that was never broken. He never had trouble hiring contract slave girls and full slave girls were soon very happy to have been purchased by the couple who owned what was to become a fine vineyard.

Felicity settled in to her new life. She and her husband were to make one trip back to Earth during his last recruiting trip. It was fifty years after her marriage. On a side trip they made a pilgrimage to her old hundred acre property. The house was now a museum to the supposedly late writer.

Everything was almost as she had left it. The lady guide looked at her strangely. “You look almost like her my dear.”

“Yes, I think my grandmother and hers may have been second cousins or something like that. I researched it once and came up knowing there was a connection but not exactly where. It looks like you get some, but not a lot of visitors”

“We get enough to keep it open. Her books still sell today. There has always been a story that she left six unpublished manuscrips behind when she passed away. Her final request was to have her ashes scattered over a blackberry patch where she got an inspiration for use in one of her favorite stories. We searched her apartments and here but never found anything.”

“Strangely, my mother told me a story once. May I sit at her writing desk?”

She was allowed to sit. It brought back memories. With one hand she touched a spot on the side of the desk. With the other hand she touched a seemingly unrelated spot. A hidden compartment popped open. The six manuscrips were in it. “My mother was right. I thiik these will enable you to keep this place open and then some.”

The guide had tears in her eyes and couldn’t thank her enough. She would tell the story on how the distant cousin who looked just like the original author unlocked the secret of the desk. Attempts to relocate her were never successful. It was like she dropped off the face of the Earth.

Back at their new home, Franklin and Felicity had a milenium together. They were to raise twelve children in that time. The third child and the first boy she named Marlowe. A couple of centuries later he was to found the Kingdom of Marlowe and become Marlowe the First.

A descendant, Marlow the (?) was to be the king who employed Sir Ralph in Sonya’s time. He was also to father the RIDER Laura. Another descendant of Franklin and Felicity produced the line that led to Sonya.

A descendent of Jeffrey and Michelle Ann, who had finally married, were to found the kingdom where Kayla and Karen were born. As all the people who had lived in the Mountains aged and Extent could no longer help, they passed on. A group from the Mountains called RIDERS took over keeping the peace.

Felicity and Franklin were the last to go. One night they simply went to sleep holding hands and never woke up. Despite their request to be buried on their estate, they were buried together in the royal cemetery of Marlowe the First.